Dad was too young to serve in World War II. When he got out of the seminary, his Air Force reserve unit was activated. He took some beautiful slides of his travels to Germany, the Netherlands, and Switzerland, while he was with the occupation, but few if any of them depicted military life. I don't know that he found it all that pleasant. In fact, he would have made captain had he not declined re-enlistment. But he was never ashamed to have served. Even after the big war was over, "It was just something every guy did," he said years later.